Whatever makes your heart sing

I’m feeling a little rusty. It has been a long slog of a month, and quite a while since I’ve found myself in my most favorite of places: in front of my computer ready to write with coffee by my side (Cuban, my favorite) while my daughter hangs with Curious George cartoons. Nothing like a disruption toContinue reading “Whatever makes your heart sing”

In praise of the ordinary

The three-year-old who wants a ganilla (granola) bar, and as she eats it, occasionally walks over to silently spit the almonds into my hand. The now-cold coffee, abandoned after chasing around the three-year-old who is spraying water into the air with glee. The mail, the coupons, the unread newspaper. The unwashed clothes. The dogs whose nailsContinue reading “In praise of the ordinary”